Quinn XCII, better known in underground flavor circles as Mustard Mike, is not just a musician. He is a condiment visionary, a self-declared tang prophet, and the chaotic neutral force the mustard industry didn’t see coming.

Fueled by equal parts delusion and Dijon, he approaches flavor the way others approach therapy: obsessively, publicly, and with very little regard for the rules. His batches are handcrafted like platinum records - bold, addictive, and just a little bit unhinged. Michigan Cherry Bourbon? Rosemary Dijon? These are not sauces. These are statements.

He’s been known to cancel studio sessions to fine-tune pH levels. He once claimed he could “taste betrayal” in a competitor’s blend. There are rumors he whispered his mustard recipes to a crowd of cows at sunrise for good luck. None of them have been confirmed. All of them feel true.

This isn’t your grandma’s mustard. It’s not even your cool aunt’s mustard. It’s a lifestyle. A fever dream. A carefully fermented cry for help.

Welcome to the era of Mustard Mike. No ketchup allowed.